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Story and Pictures by 
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Copyright, 1938 

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P UTT, putt-putt, putt—a distant sound came 
from the sea. 

“Ah, the boats are coming home,” said 
Rene to himself. He jumped out of bed and ran 
to the window. 


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His tall pink house stood in a row of pink, yel¬ 
low, and white houses close to the sea, in a village 
on the southern coast of France. From his window 
Rene could look right down into the empty har¬ 
bor. 

Rene’s father was a fisherman. He and the 
other fishermen of the village had been far out on 
the sea all night, with big nets let down into the 
water to catch fish. 

Now the sun was just peeping up over the rim 
of the dark sea. Rene quickly dressed in his blue 
cotton pants and striped jersey, ran downstairs, 
and out to the sea wall. He was the only person 


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awake in the whole village at that early hour. 

But as the sound of the boats came nearer, 
green window shutters flew open, doors opened, 
and fishermen’s wives came out carrying baskets 
for the fish. The beggar cats of the village came 
too, marching along with tails in the air, sniffing 
for fish. 

On the sea wall Rene and his friend Andre 
stood with their mothers waiting for the boats. 
The boats, which had looked like specks on the 
sea, came rapidly nearer. They sailed across the 
little harbor to the sea wall, their engines chanting 
a loud putt, putt. 

Still Rene and Andre waited, and at last two 


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white sails skimmed around the lighthouse at 
the entrance of the harbor. 

“There they are/’ shouted Rene. 

The white sails belonged to the boats of the 
two boys’ fathers. As they sailed up to the sea 
wall, Rene’s mother sighed, “If only we had an 
engine in our boat, little son, ours would not be 
the last to get home.” 

“Still, Papa and Uncle Toni bring many bas¬ 
kets of fish,” said Rene. He waved his hand to 
his father, calling, “Bon jour, Papa, a good catch 
today?” 

Papa looked up with a grin on his brown face. 

“Yes, my brave,” he shouted, “good luck to¬ 
day.” 

Rene jumped into the boat and helped Papa 
and Uncle Toni scoop up the wriggling fish into 
baskets. They passed the baskets up to Martian 
on the sea wall. All the women were now busily 
filling their baskets from the boats. Already 
many of them were on their way to the village 
street where the old yellow bus waited to carry 
the fish to the railroad station. 


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The beggar cats circled around the baskets 
purring and mewing. One bold fellow reached a 
paw into Rene’s basket to steal a fish. Rene 
threw a small fish to the hungry one and laughed 
to see how several cats fell on it at once, growling 
and fighting. 

a Come, little son,” said Maman, when the bas¬ 
kets were filled. “Marius at the hotel will be 
waiting for our fish to cook for dinner.” 

They picked up the baskets and set off for the 
village street, followed by Andre and his mother 
with their fish. After them trotted a procession 
of cats, hopefully waving their tails. 




Rene and Andre were hungry for their break¬ 
fast after the fish were sold. As soon as the boys 
had finished their coffee and milk with crusty 
chunks of bread, they ran out to help their 
fathers with the big fish nets. 

Rene’s father stood on the sea wall pulling 
up the wet heavy net which Uncle Toni handed 
him. He coiled the net around his arm and gave 
the end of it to Rene, who wound it around his 
arm the same way. Soon the whole net was out 





of the boat and they spread it flat on the cobble¬ 
stones to dry in the sun. Before long the broad 
space in front of the houses was covered with 
big brown nets spread out by the fishermen. 

When the nets were dry Andre and Rene sat 
on the wall helping the men mend breaks in the 

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nets through which the fish might escape. Some 
of the fishermen were cleaning their engines in 
the boats below. 

“Ah, Andre,” said Rene, “if only our fathers 
had engines in their boats so that they could sail 
far and get more fish! See Pere Marius there. 
With two boats and hired men he sells so much 
fish that his family have new clothes every year. 
They even go to the city for fetes.” 

“That’s true,” said Andre. “A sailboat is too 
slow. In our family we are saving for a boat 
engine,” he added proudly. 

“So are we,” answered Rene. “We have a lot 
of francs in a yellow jar. I think Saint Pierre up 
there is helping us.” He looked up at the statue 
of the fishermen’s saint which stood in a niche 
on the wall of his pink house. Saint Pierre had 
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stood there so long watching over the fishermen 
that his stone robes were cracked and worn by 
the weather. 

Just then M aman called from the doorway, 
“The soup is ready.” Rene, Papa and Uncle Toni 
jumped up, hungry for their dinner. 

After they had eaten their bowls of good cab¬ 
bage soup Papa took down the yellow jar from 
the shelf and looked into it. 

“It grows, our engine money,” he said gaily. 
“And I have an idea how to earn some more. You 
and I, Toni, will go to the coves this afternoon 
to catch mussels, clams, and sea urchins. Vis¬ 
itors will come to the village tomorrow for the 
Sunday fete, and we will sell them our seafood.” 

“I’ll help, Papa,” cried Rene. 

“Brave man,” said Papa. “You shall have a 
stand on the village street to sell these fruits of 
the sea to visitors. They will want a taste before 
their lunch, I know that. Then Toni and I will 
take them out on the sea in our boat. They will 
pay us well. Eh, is that good, my little family?” 

“Splendid,” cried the family in chorus. 


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Early next morning the village was astir get¬ 
ting ready for visitors. The sun shone brightly, 
touching the blue sea with sparkles of light. 
Under the trees fishermen’s wives set up stands 
to sell seafood, which French people call fruits 
of the sea. Maman and Rene set out plates of 

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clams, mussels, and sea urchins on their stand. 
When the brown, prickly sea urchins were 
opened, the white meat inside looked very good. 

Rene sat down on a box by his stand, and 
shouted to Andre, who was in charge of a tray of 
small pink lobsters. Rene was proud to be a man 
of business. 


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The bus from the railway rattled into the 
street and fishing parties climbed down from it. 
Rene thought they looked very funny in their 
sun goggles and big, flopping hats. Automobiles 
and motorcycles roared up to the hotel and soon 
the street was full of noisy people. 

Rene stood up and piped in a shrill voice, 
“Fruits of the sea, M essieurs'dames, fresh 
caught.” 





A family party loaded with baskets and fish¬ 
ing rods stopped by his stand. “Papa,” said a 
little girl, pulling at her father’s coat, “please 
buy me some clams.” 

So the father bought plates of Rene’s seafood 
for the whole family. They sat down at tables 
on the sidewalk to eat their fruits of the sea 
and have something to drink. 


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Just then Rene saw a fine yellow automobile 
drive up to the hotel. A black-bearded man 
climbed out of it. He was so fat he could hardly 
see over his stomach. After him came a very 
plump woman with a fluffy white dog in her 
arms. 

“Look, Andre,” called Rene. “Did you see 
that pretty tou'tou?” 


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“Yes, and did you see Ange carry their bags 
into the hotel? They are going to stay. Maybe 
we can make friends with the tou'tou.” This is 
a name French people give to all small pet dogs. 

Rene was so busy selling his seafood that he 
could not see what became of the fat gentleman 
and his wife with her tou'tou. Then suddenly 
he saw them coming straight toward him. Rene 
smiled all over his face and called, “Fruits of the 
sea, Monsieur'dame. Will you buy?” 






Monsieur bought a plate of mussels for 
Madame and one of sea urchins for himself. 
They sat down at a table under the trees. Then 
Rene’s eyes opened wide with surprise, for he 
heard Madame order a chair for the tou'tou. The 
^ little dog sat up in it 

v with his paws on the 
table, poking his nose 
’ into Madame s plate. 





“Now, now, little one,” cooed Madame, shak¬ 
ing her finger at him, “you don’t like mussels 
but you shall have something nice. Waiter, bring 
a saucer of milk.” 

The tou'tou sat up and lapped the milk, tak¬ 
ing bits of bread soaked in it from Madame s 
fingers. Rene and Andre, who had sold all their 
wares, crept up to the table and stood watching. 


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“You have a very pretty tou'tou, Madame 
said Rene shyly. “What is he called?” 

“Patou is his name,” said Madame. “Shake 
hands with the boys, my pet.” 















“Bad one, you are not polite,” scolded Mu- 
dame. She tucked the little dog under her arm 
and walked away with the fat Monsieur. 

Then Rene remembered that he was hungry 
and that M aman would be waiting to hear how 
much he had sold. He went skipping home, 
jingling the money in his bag. He saw Papa’s 
boat sailing in and thought, “Good business for 
Papa, too.” 

Rene poured out the money on the table for 
M aman to admire. “See, Maman,” he said, “I 
sold every single thing.” 

“Good for you,” said Papa who had just come 
in. “Maybe you will be a man of business instead 
of a fisherman.” 

“Oh, no, Papa, I’m going to fish with you,” 
said Rene seriously. 

Papa took down the yellow jar and emptied 
the money on the table. He added Rene’s coins 
and the money he had made taking people for boat 
rides. Then he counted it all, coin by coin. Such 
a lot of copper sous and silver francs! 

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“We still need fifty francs,” he said. “Alas, 
how long it takes to save money.” 

“Never mind,” said Rene. “Saint Pierre will 
help us.” 

“And at the moment we have bouillabaisse for 
dinner because it’s a holiday,” said M aman cheer¬ 
fully, as she set a great dish of spicy-smelling 
soup on the table. 

Bouillabaisse for dinner, money for the boat 
engine, a holiday afternoon playing with the 
boys, what a good day for Rene! 

Next morning Andre and Rene ran over to the 

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hotel hoping to see Patou. Sure enough, Madame 
was having breakfast at the outdoor cafe. Patou 
walked around on the table, sniffing at Madame s 
coffee cup, snapping up lumps of sugar from her 
fingers. 

The boys stood and gazed at this spoiled pet, 
and the beggar cats sat in a row staring too. 
They envied this dog who had everything given 
to him and who did not have to fight for his food. 

“Bon jour, my friends,” said Madame smiling. 


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“Do you like my Patou? Is he not sweet?” 

The boys stepped up and replied politely, 
“Good morning.” 

Patou stared at them with his bright black 
eyes. Rene gently touched the dog’s head and 
Patou leaped up and licked his face in a friendly 
way. 

“Come, Patou, play with us,” coaxed Andre. 

The little dog waved his fluffy tail gaily, but 
just as the boys thought they had won him, a 


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tootling horn was heard. Patou leaped to the 
ground, barking furiously, and the boys ran to 
the street to see what was happening. 

Around the corner came a blue wagon drawn 
by an old white horse. A man led the horse and 
tooted on the horn. 

“La cirque, la cirque !” cried the boys, and off 
they went after the wagon. Boys and girls came 
running from the houses to follow the circus 
wagon. It stopped in the little park by the sea. 

The circus man blew a loud blast on his horn 




and made a low bow. “Welcome, my children,” 
he said. “Tonight there will be a great show. You 
will see the cleverest trained animals in the world, 
and circus performers wonderful to behold. Tell 
your mothers and fathers to come to the show.” 


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Rene and Andre watched while the circus man 
dragged long planks from the wagon, which he 
and the acrobat set up under the trees for benches. 
Then out jumped a nannygoat and after her an¬ 
other tou'toul He was a curly white poodle, big¬ 
ger than Patou, and very friendly. 

“Behold Monsieur Riquetine, prince of clever 
poodles,” said the circus man. “Shake hands with 
the gentlemen, Riquetine.” 

The poodle sat up on his hind legs and offered 
a paw first to one boy, then the other, yapping 
excitedly. 


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“Oh, how clever he is, the little tou'tou!” cried 
the boys, squatting down beside him. Riquetine 
licked their faces and shook hands over and over. 

“Wait until you see him act tonight,” said the 
circus man, rolling his eyes. “It will astonish 
you.” 

He tied the nannygoat to a wagon wheel which 
made her sulky and she refused to make friends 
with the boys. Then the circus man brought out 
a small hand organ and played a merry tune. 

“Now, who wants to earn five sous playing 
the hand organ for me tonight?” he asked. 

“Oh, let me,” begged Rene. 

Andre looked disappointed, so the circus man 
went on, “I also need someone to fetch wood and 
water for my wife so that she can make a fire 
for soup and heat water for our washing. I’ll give 
you five sous for that work, my other friend.” 

The circus man’s wife smiled at them and her 
husband said gaily, “She has to work now, but 
wait until you see what a beautiful circus lady 
she will be tonight.” 



As soon as it was dark all the people of the 
village came to the show. The benches were set 
up under the trees and gas flares were lighted on 
the tops of poles. 

Mothers, fathers and children sat on the 
benches while the bigger children sat on the 
ground in front. Madame and her husband were 
there with Patou, who was much excited by the 
lights and the crowd. 


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The circus man came bounding into the circle. 
He was dressed like a clown, in ballooning 
checked trousers and a silly sailor hat. His face 
was painted white with a big red mouth and 
red spots on his cheeks. 

After him pranced the acrobat dressed in yel¬ 
low tights. And who would have believed that 
the lovely lady in blue silk tights who followed, 
was the circus man’s wife for whom Andre had 
carried wood and water! 







Rene proudly played the hand organ while the 
circus began. Madame and the acrobat jumped 
from a springboard and turned somersaults in the 
air. They tossed each other about like rubber 
balls, and finally with a big spring, Madame 
landed on the acrobat’s shoulders and proudly 
stood there. 

Next the acrobat twisted himself into knots 
as though he were made of macaroni. He ended 

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by wriggling himself through a barrel while it 
was rolling around. Then the circus lady danced 
on top of a great ball, rolling it all around the 
circle under her lively feet. All this while the 
clown pranced around, chattering and cracking 
jokes. 


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Ninon the nannygoat had the next act. Mon¬ 
sieur made her climb up on a pile of tables until 
she stood on a tiny one at the top with her little 
hoofs close together. 

“Now bow to the ladies and gentlemen, 
Ninon/’ cried the circus man. 

But Ninon did not like the squeals of the chil¬ 
dren, so she gave a little kick, and down came 
the tables with a crash! Ninon raced around the 
circle, butting at the children, until the circus 
man caught her and dragged her off to the wagon 
in disgrace. 



Riquetine the poodle 
now danced into the 
ring. He was all curly 
and white, and wore a 
blue bow on his collar. 

“Ah, the pretty tou' 
tou,” cried the children, 
and Patou, on Madame s 
lap, nearly burst himself 
barking. 






















Riquetine danced to the hand organ music, he 
played dead, and ran races, jumping over hurdles 
set up by the circus man. Patou barked louder 
and louder. He did not like to see this other dog 
being praised and petted. 

“Now, Messieurs'dames,” cried the circus man, 
“you see this big hoop, and you see the paper 
stretched tight over it? Watch now, and see what 
our clever Riquetine will do!” 

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Riquetine galloped around the ring, gave a 
great spring to reach the hoop which the clown 
held high, and burst right through the paper. 

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“ Bon, bon,” shouted the people, clapping their 
hands in approval. 

Just as Riquetine stood on his hind legs to 


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make a bow Patou flew from Madame s lap into 
the ring and jumped on Riquetine. 

The poodle’s furious barking said plainly, 
“How dare you spoil my bow?” And he rolled 
Patou over and over, growling with rage. 

“Oh, oh, my darling will be killed,” screamed 
Madame. 




Rene jumped over the children in front of him, 
ran into the circle and seized Patou. The circus 
man pulled Riquetine away. Rene carried a 
struggling Patou back to his mistress. 

“Come here, my naughty one,” she cried, seiz¬ 
ing the little dog in her arms. “Are you hurt, my 
pet?” 

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“He is safe, Madame ,” said Rene. “But I am 
sure Riquetine did not want to hurt him. He is a 
nice dog, but you see Patou spoiled his bow.” 

“No, no, he is not a nice dog, but you are a 
good boy to save my Patou. Give him a franc, 
Papa,” she said to her husband. The fat Monsieur 
took a silver franc from his pocket and gave it to 
Rene with a smile. 




“Oh, many thanks, Monsieur,” said Rene, 
thinking to himself, “here’s more money for the 
boat engine.” 

The circus man was very angry because Patou 
had spoiled the end of his show with a dog fight. 
People crowded around him, telling him how 
sorry they were that it had happened. The old 
women shook their heads, saying, “Indeed, that 
little tou'tou of Madame s is not at all well- 
behaved.” 





Riquetine hid behind his master, feeling that 
he, too, was in disgrace. The boys patted Rique¬ 
tine and told him it was not his fault. They were 
sorry for the poor little circus dog, but they loved 
Patou also, although he had been naughty. 

Next morning Rene and Andre did not wait 
for their father’s boats to come in, so eager were 
they for news of the two little tou'tous they loved 
so much. They hurried to the park by the sea. 
but alas, it was empty. The circus was gone. 





“Oh dear,” said Andre sadly, “I’m afraid the 
circus man went away because he was angry 
about that naughty Patou. Maybe he won’t bring 
his circus to our village again.” 

“And Riquetine was such a nice dog, and I did 
want to play with him again,” added Rene a little 
sadly. “But let’s see what our bad Patou is doing 
anyway.” 


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They started toward the hotel, but as they 
reached the cafe, a great commotion broke out. 
Madame rushed from the hotel screaming, fol¬ 
lowed by her husband waving his hands and 
shouting. Ange, the waiter, followed after them, 
flapping a napkin distractedly. 

“Patou is gone,” wailed Madame. “That 
wicked circus man has stolen him.” 


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Patou lost? The boys ran up to hear about it. 

“We’ll look for Patou, Madame ,” cried Rene, 
“but I don’t believe the circus man stole him. 
Maybe he followed the wagon. Let’s look on the 
road outside the village, Andre.” 

But though they searched all along the road, 
calling and whistling, no Patou answered them. 
When they came back Ange pointed to a paper 
tacked on the cafe wall and said, “See there, my 
braves, Monsieur offers fifty francs for the return 
of the dog. Off with you now, there’s a fortune 
for you.” 






Fifty francs! Just what Papa needed for the 
boat engine, thought Rene. But everyone must 
have a chance to win the reward. So Rene and 
Andre told the news to their friends, and the 
band of boys started off to find Patou. They 














looked in the boats, under the counters of shops, 
and in the church. They went out to the beach 
and looked under the rocks. They even peered 
into the fountain in the village square, but not a 
sign of Patou did they find. 

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Night came, and Patou was still lost. Rene 
could hardly sleep, for he heard a storm wind 
howling outside and thought how cold and hun¬ 
gry Patou must be, somewhere in the darkness. 

Early in the morning Rene was dressed and 
out on the sea wall, calling Patou. The sky was 
grey and waves dashed against the wall. 


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“I must find Patou/’ he thought. He looked 
up at the statue of Saint Pierre standing in his 
niche on the house wall. “Now, Saint Pierre,” he 
said, “please be a good saint and tell me where to 
look. You know this is your birthday and that 
we shall make a big bonfire for you tonight.” 


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Rene remembered how the fishermen asked 
Saint Pierre to help them on the sea, and to pro¬ 
tect them from storm spirits which were supposed 
to live in the woods at the top of a tall cliff be¬ 
yond the village. The pines on top of the cliff 
were tossing in the wind at the moment, and sud¬ 
denly Rene had an idea. 

“I do believe Patou is on that cliff,” he thought. 
“If he followed the circus wagon, he might have 
run off the road into the woods.” 

Rene ran down the road toward the cliff, while 
the wind roared in the olive trees alongside and 
the sky grew dark. He was afraid of the dark 
pine woods, but he turned into the path just the 



same, climbing up toward the top of the cliff. 


Calling Patou, Rene searched under rocks and 
bushes while thunder crashed overhead. The 
shrieking wind sounded like the voices of the 
storm spirits he had heard about, and his heart 
beat fast with fear. 

At last he heard a faint bark, and stooping 
down, he found a small cave under some great 
rocks. He wriggled in and there was Patou, hid¬ 
ing in the darkness. 

“Poor little one, poor little beast,” he said. 
“How did you get so far away? And see, your 
poor little leg is hurt, and your pretty white coat 
is all dirty.” 


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Patou snuggled close to him, and boy and dog 
took comfort from each other while the storm 
howled over their heads. Presently the thunder 
and rain were over. Rene crawled out of the cave 
with Patou in his arms, and ran down the path 


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for he still heard voices in 
the wind. He trotted on down the long white 
road, tired and panting, until at last they were 
back in the safe little village. Rene staggered 
into the hotel carrying Patou. There sat Madame, 
looking very sad. 


“My darling pet, you are found/’ she ex¬ 
claimed joyfully, seizing Patou in her arms. Then 
she hugged Rene too and gave him a smacking 
kiss. “Where did you find him, my good, kind 
boy?” she asked. 

“He was away off on the cliff, Madame,” said 
Rene. “And see, his poor little leg is hurt.” 

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Ange and the fat Monsieur, and Marie the 
maid, all gathered around praising Rene. 
Madame s husband took from his pocket ten 
pieces of crisp paper money and gave them to 
Rene. 

“There is the reward, my friend, and well do 
you deserve it,” he said kindly. 





Ten pretty five-franc paper notes. Fifty francs! 
Rene had never before held such important 
money in his hand. He was used to copper sous 
and silver francs. He felt of each note, and the 
crisp paper rattled in his fingers. Just pieces of 
paper with pictures on them, and yet they meant 
enough money to buy the boat engine! 

Rene looked with shining eyes at the stout, 
kindly gentleman, and at Madame, who was hug¬ 
ging Patou and smiling at the boy who had found 
her pet. 

“Many thanks, Monsieur'dame,” he stam¬ 
mered. Then he ran out 
of the hotel and across 
the village at top speed. 
He burst into his house 
with the glad cry, “Ma' 
man, fifty francs! Now 
we shall have the boat 
engine!” 



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“Mon dieu, little son, what have you been do¬ 
ing!” exclaimed his mother. 

“I found Patou,” cried Rene, dancing around 
the room. “I got the reward—fifty francs. Saint 
Pierre told me where to look.” 


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Then what rejoicing there was in the tall pink 
house! Papa clapped Rene on the back and called 
him “brave man.” 

“Tomorrow I shall go to Marseilles to buy the 
boat engine,” he said. 

“Let me go too,” begged Rene. 

“Yes, indeed, little son. You earned the fifty 
francs, and you shall help choose the engine.” 

Rene rushed out to tell his friends the good 
news. 

“Next time it will be your good luck, Andre,” 
he said. “Saint Pierre will arrange it. Now we 
must get wood to make him a splendid bonfire.” 




The boys and girls ran about the village col¬ 
lecting wood for the bonfire. They heaped it in 
a big pile under the statue of Saint Pierre on the 
wall of Rene’s house. 

As soon as it was dark the fire was lighted. 
The rosy flames leaped up before the kind saint. 





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The boys and girls made a big circle around the 
fire, dancing and singing. Madame and Monsieur 
were there with Patou, who took his part in the 
celebration by barking furiously. The cats on 



the sea wall joined in with their wailing night 
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